It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.


2015-02-05

Notes


If someone walked in to a doctor’s office and asked to have an arm cut off because they felt like a one arm person trapped in a two arm body, they would be submitted for psychiatric help. If they don’t like their sex, they might get surgery.

In one of my meetings there is aguy on the phone who has a monotone raspy voice. His office is a bet echoey as well. I’m going to ask him to say “By your command.” at some point. Might not. He might be offended.

Sounds pissed. Doesn’t matter what year it is, I don’t like the idea of having a king of anywhere that pissed at me.



Duh!

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